Today, though, I'd arranged to take collection of a truck full of wood chippings offered by Roy, one of the Saturday regulars in the Club.
Reg-next-plot was transferring bags of manure when I arrived into a new pallet compost bin that he's made.
Looking at my own rather overfull compost bin, I said, "I need to make another one, too". Reg, cast a critical eye over it, stacked as it is with more than twice it's height with prickly gooseberry bushes & thick sweetcorn stems, & grinned, "That's more like a bonfire that a compost heap!"
In preparation for the wood chippings, I opened a new roll of weed suppressant & with Reg's help cut it to size & laid it on all the paths, weighing it down with bricks.
Reg went off for his lunch & I'd just got the final piece of weed suppressant positioned to my satisfaction, Roy arrived in his truck, reversed & tipped the load of chippings in an enormous pile on the roadway.
He cast a doubtful eye over the pile & asked, "Are you sure that will that be enough?"
"Good grief, I should think so," I said weakly.
"Well, just let me know if you want some more - it's no trouble."
Having turned down the offer of a pint, I pressed a bag of curly kale onto him instead in thanks, & off he went, leaving me busy with a shovel & Reg's wheelbarrow.
A hardworking hour of industry later, I'd redistributed the pile of chippings to all of the paths, & I cannot say how delighted I am with the result. The plot looks bloody marvelous, if I say so myself.
Having turned a slightly odd shade with this exertion, I tottered up to the club for well earned refreshment, then home for a well earned rest.